• poetnigur 5w

    I find no meaning to carry-on,
    No one to wake up next to.
    Always been a disappointment,
    To my family, friends
    And to life itself.
    Problems neatly arranged
    Like they were on a bookshelf.
    I guess people would love me,
    When they see my true self.
    But, I'd be long dead by then.